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-NUH SUCKS!

My dad has been admitted to the hospital recently due to heart problems. During the course of my visits, I WANNA SCREAM AT EVERY1 AT NUH! I hereby announce NUH guilty of being SUCKY, with the following charges:

1. The Location Sucks! Takes more den an hour just to have a glimpse of that louya building!
2. The Food Sucks! The char siew almost broke my teeth!
3. The Service Sucks! The nurses are so rude and full of themselves! (especially the fatty nurse at ward 52!) Afew enquires about the hospital bills and they looked at me like as thou I asked them to change my diapers for me!
4. The System Sucks! I waited 5hours to collect medicine for my dad..not1!not2! But F.I.V.E HOURS! DID THEY GO TO THE ALPS TO HARVEST THE MEDICINE OR SOMETHING? OR WAS THE MEDICINE SOME ELIXIR OF ETERNAL LIFE??

-NUS ROCKS! (Not exactly, but better den NUH atleast.)

Munchy Monkey Rocks! Nice calamari! Nice Pizza! NICE DESERTS! Hehe!
It actually this place in NUS that sells pasta n sandwiches. Tasty for its price!
Ask Gina Goh to bring u there! Make her finish her pasta n feed her ice cream! Kill her! Make her a fatty!

Also visited their bookstore (I think they call it co-op) WOW! They have XBOX inside! N u'll see bunches of Indians n Cheenas camping there playing the Halo2 or tennis game! So funny…One side all white ppl, the other side all black. You might ask where r the malays! Eh...maybe ITE oso have XBOX? Lol! Oops my friend say one! Not my fault!

-Something to ponder about.

There were 2 buses from NUS that could bring me to NUH. One was a free shuttle while the other was 95, which requires payment n is slower.
The free shuttle service came, but somehow, I didn’t quite have faith that it would lead me to NUH. I felt that it would be more reliable if I were to pay for a bus that could surely get me there. The shuttle service left, n I felt stupid! Why did I not take it?? What on earth was I thinking about?

A min later, another shuttle came…this time, I was determined that I would take the bus! But…as I was about to board, I just felt shy, every1 in the bus are NUS students while I know nuts about anything…felt alien. Felt that the bus was not for me. N I watched the bus left.

Just reminds of my stupid self. Why is it that I would rather pay to take a slower service, when good free stuff r ahead for me? It came twice n I just let it go…why do I feel that I did not fit right or deserve the ride when it opened its door for me? I wish choices in life were easier to execute...haix...

Ironic World-

It's strangely ironic..how people could throw leftover food away without thinking..while some1 else would gladly swallow them up.

It's strangely ironic..how people could complain about ugly shoes..while some1 else would gladly sink their bare sore foot into a pair of them.

It's strangely ironic..how people could love some1 with all their heart..while they ignore the people around them who cares.

It's strangely ironic..how I could spend time creating this blog..while it doesn't matter to the people whom I wish, would take a minute to read my blog.

Life is not a maths equation; You can never balance and solve it on yr own.

The Engines of This World-

Our solar system is part of the galaxy, While the earth is part of the solar system. Human race are part of earth, while we are all part of human race.
The earth rotates around the sun, what do we humans rotate around?

We rotate around education, so that it could get us somewhere when we work. we rotate around work, so that we could earn the resources to survive. We play, to destress ourselves from work and studies. We earn money, so as to again, live n play.

We have kids, so that they could live. They live, so that they could be fed and educated. They are fed and educated, so that they could get somewhere when they enter the workforce.

This goes on forever! If you realise that this is your life, perhaps you have missed the point.

Let's stop the cycle for the moment, take a breathe away from your routine. Stop meeting up yr friends every other day. Stop taking on assignments and tasks, be it for the good or bad.

Let's just look back...clear up those messes...reconcile those broken links...say a prayer to God...

Why on earth am i here typing my 1st blog entry?? My friends told me to get this thing going ever since when i was in secondnary school...

i thought to myself: man!this is stupid!i'll never do such a thing! making a diary that everyone could have an access to...what were those padlocks in children diaries for? and everyone in this "blog world" seem to feature over rated people like britney and avril???

oh well...now i've changed: blog's good ok!!it's really cool!!you can put up your favourite songs!songs on radio that you've heard 27393 times!you can let ppl hear it again for the 27394th time!!wow! can link up people too!!show the world how many friends you have man!!let people who does not know what the hell is email msn friendster sms have a chance to tag u!!whee!!

nah...the above was all crap...but i guess..this is the only physical virtual mean where the intangibles in my heart might be released in someform of an understandable signal to mankind...

Blogs often describes cold n lonely nights, broken dreams, torn relationships...mine's no exception. Those entries are reminders to all of us that: God's warmth is best felt in coldness, His promises stands true in hopelessness, His love restores brokeness.